Faster, sarah lets run,
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From disaster, sarah come on,
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And take your heart from your sleeve,
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Leave behind the bruising strings,
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That made him old before you could get hold,
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(and) now winters memory of summer is cold i say,
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Faster, sarah lets run,
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From disaster, sarah come on,
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And take your heart from your sleeve,
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It's a lock to a thief,
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Now here we are with the scars on your arm,
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But i ask you, i ask you,
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Don't you think that we've found l.o.v.e.?
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So don't lose it for me, we've got l.o.v.e.?
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No, don't lose it,
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And take your heart from your sleeve,
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Leave behind the failing trees,
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That crowd you so, turned the neighbourhood gold,
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Until winters memory of summer was cold,
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Believe me, believe me,
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We'll run again, run again, run again,
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Night, all night, all night,
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Oh i can hardly wait until we get therea¢æ|
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Beneath the morning sun a crowd is forming,
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No i can hardly wait until we get therea¢æ|
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And see my favourite face awake in summer.
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Winter's Memory Of Summer
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